As we passed by all the sights that have now become customary for me - motorbikes loaded down with pigs, stilted houses and village shops, kids playing in the dirt lot of the local school, men on bull drawn carts, chickens crossing the road - I wondered what everyone else I knew was seeing and doing at that moment. It's odd sometimes to try to imagine that - to imagine what your friends and family are doing at that exact moment half a world away. It's hard to really imagine, to try to have your mind in two places at once. Whichever world you're not in at the moment always seems like a dream world.
Siem Reap. Cambodia.
